Word - Dumbfoundead

When I was 15 they said «Get on that real shit

Stop rapping 'bout the moon, there ain’t no room for that Neil shit»

They just assume that I’m in my room

With posters of galaxies and that’s why I’m closer to fantasy

Nah brotha

It wasn’t spaceships I heard

Only screams of her

Her meaning my mother, father was slurring his words

So when I wrote words like 'space'

It’s metaphor for safe, and stars are better places

Get it?

Both of my parents didn’t

The language barriers kept them from knowing anything about me

All the things that I’d tell them would sound American

I sell them, so why would they ever doubt me?

I will continue my journey until my late teens

An out of body experience, I would take 3

Sniffing, smoking, having myself a space dream

Feeling alone, can’t connect to all of these earthlings

What’s a man without his word

If we ain’t got a bond then what’s it all worth

I can tell you the truth, but damn, the truth hurts

As long as I’m living, I’mma give you my word

Word

If I said I meant it and I’mma do it, do it

What’s a man without his word

When I turned 20 they told me «Get on that hard shit

We don’t want to hear about all of that broken heart shit»

Money over bitches is all I heard

Heard falling in love was only for herbs herbs

So I spit about stealing your girl and how she want me

Way I’m beating that pussy up, sounding hella thirsty

Then it occurred that it ain’t her that I wanted

But the validation of all of my G’s on the curb

All that shit that I rapped about

My dad, he had acted out

The secret women that prevented us from a happy house

As long as it was catchy I turned it into a chorus

Pretending that my momma and sister would just ignore it

So I yelled (bitches, bitches, bitches)

Words becoming (contradictions, 'dictions, 'dictions)

Now I can’t label it a fiction

It’s sounding too convincing

It is what it is when you say it with conviction

What’s a man without his word

If we ain’t got a bond then what’s it all worth

I can tell you the truth, but damn, the truth hurts

As long as I’m living, I’mma give you my word

Word

If I said I meant it and I’mma do it, do it

What’s a man without his word

They find real life boring

Fantasy is corny

Afraid of exploring, need someone to do it for 'em

Fake shit do sound real when it’s recorded

So that fake shit sells to this country every morning

And the real shit fails and gets put inside for storage

But the real will prevail when the country’s in mourning

Word

When you don’t mean it you say 'Word'

Word

All it’s become is just a four letter word

What’s a man without his word

If we ain’t got a bond then what’s it all worth

I can tell you the truth, but damn, the truth hurts

As long as I’m living, I’mma give you my word

Word

What’s a man without his word